Showing posts with label sultry vixen. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sultry vixen. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 15, 2008

"Her bosom heaved, her loins ached, his bottom crackled..."

The Lineup:

A blond God Fabio-look-alike wearing a championship wrestling belt, some sultry vixen. In the Harlequin world, farts become aphrodisiacs. The title alone makes that obvious.

Fart Factor:

7 out of 10.

Most Likely Fart Suspect:

Gabriel's massive chest rippled, bulged, and...I'm sorry, I can't write anymore. I'm lost in his arms.